A/N// So Zhander's POV was not supposed to be here as yet…but I decided to be nice to you guys. I made sure to leave you guys some obvious clues as to what happened between these brothers…that's also a bonus…thank me. But Zhander was so cruel here…I have to give it to Marlie though…she held herself together…she did well when it concerned not giving in. She is far stronger than the werewolves who have been holding her and her people captive.
Marlie woke up in her new prison, wrapped in arms that were warm and would’ve been comfortable if she didn’t know who’s they were. Zhander’s… His face was the first thing she saw when her eyes fluttered open, and then her surroundings. His eyes were closed, and it was now that she wished she had that fork from earlier. She might’ve lost consciousness, but she vividly remembered what happened; the embarrassment, and most of all, his disturbing words and the anger he had poured atop of her head…anger that she did not deserve. Her body pushed away from him, her eyes casting around the room for something, anything. He was vulnerable now, he could easily be killed and there would be n~ “Human…? Are you awake now?” Marlie stiffened immediately, her head swinging back towards him. His eyes, they were open now and just as dark as they were at the celebration. With a heart that palpitated strongly, she pushed further away from him, a certain heavy feeling weighing her down as she shoved
When Marlie woke up the next morning, she was alone in bed and the room, it was completely empty. There was no Zhander, the only company she had was the sunlight that flooded through the curtains. She sat up, looking down at the thin, plaided pants she wore and the matching blouse.So he had really changed her clothes like he said last night, but how could only that ever grant her comfort?Sighing, she shuffled off the bed and walked over to the door, twisting the knob to see if they had mistakenly left it open. However, she was as unlucky as always because the door was indeed locked.Her eyes glanced around the room, seeing it for what it was. Another prison, only this one didn’t have bars, the walls weren’t dirty and it didn’t smell moldy and rotten.But it caged her just like the last one did, it had walls that barred her away from the outside and a door that she couldn’t unlock. She felt just as lonely too, the wind from the window was the only thing that whispered to her and the
Marlie hid the knife and the fork on either side of her hips, the waistband of her pants holding the cold metal objects in place as she was led outside of the room by the man from earlier. His hand was locked around hers as he brought her down the hallway back to that golden transportation device, the one that could take her ‘up’ as well as ‘down’. She hadn’t gotten used to it as yet, considering that she had only been in there twice. Its motion was confusing, and it made her feel uncomfortable in inexplainable ways, but it was a creative way of transportation, one werewolves were clever enough to come up with. The doors were automatic, letting them in as soon as they got close enough. The man beside her clicked some buttons and as soon as the doors slid shut again, the machine went down with a weird and annoying noise. It stopped in a minute or so and he led her out of it and towards the exit. Even though her eyes had looked past every corner in this place, it was still surprising
“You’re mine…my human…my slave…my Marlie. And it’s not just a declaration of ownership, it is far more than that…you would never understand. So, stop being so stubborn, I admit that I am to be blamed for the hatred in your eyes, but jealousy, anger and desperation can make a man do things that are even against his own will.” Marlie’s lips opened and closed as she sought out words to say… F*ck off… Psychopath… Monster… Disgusting… Those words didn’t seem like a valid response at the moment, that was probably why she kept her mouth shut…that and perhaps because of the way her heart was now beating with something other than fear. His hot breath against her lips was doing something to her, and the tingles that riveted around her wrist from his touch were making her stomach flutter uncomfortably. His proximity was already so close, but why in heaven’s name was she wishing he was closer? Turning away, she broke the intense eye contact, licking her lips nervously. “M-Move…” “No…I wou
“I’ve eaten you up already, Marlie…now I’d like for you to eat me up too…using that tight and juicy p*ssy of yours.” Marlie shivered at his words, her body stiffening when he lifted her from the floor. “Lock your legs around me…arms over my shoulder.” She acquiesced, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. “Now brace yourself, angel…I’m going to put it in.” Marlie squinted her eyes shut. What was she really doing? Why was she just letting him do this? How could she ju…?“I don’t…stop…I don~” His c*ck ran along her clit, silencing her immediately when it settled at her entrance. “I was going to wait until we were on good grounds, but you messed up Marlie. You should’ve known that seeing you turned on is inclined to drive me crazy. Stopping is beyond me right now…my c*ck is painfully throbbing to be inside of you…just like that time…” “No…I~” Marlie bit her lip when the tip of his c*ck pushed past her entrance, gliding slowly against her walls as he entered
Marlie’s body was weary when he finished the second round. She could feel his semen dripping down the curve of her ass as she laid limp against his desk.Behind her, Zhander settled back into his chair, zipping his zip before pulling her back into his lap. “Felt good, didn’t it?”Marlie was weak, but she still managed to shake her head in denial. “No…” She shuffled forward, trying to escape the warmth of his arms. “I hated it. Let me go.”“Now why would I do that? I’m sure you can’t even walk.”Marlie glared back at him, despising his very presence. She had finally come back to her senses now and regret caved her completely. “Just let me go…please…you’ve done enough already.”Zhander sighed, releasing her waist. “Alright.”She shuffled to her feet, almost falling over as she hobbled forward, dropping before her clothes on the floor. She didn’t understand herself, how could she have…?Tears blurred her vision as she reached for her blouse, weakly shoving her arms into it. How could she
Marlie bathed her skin just like she did the first time he had taken her; with hands that kept shaking, hands that clawed into her skin, punishing her for what she had done.Her lips were quivering even though the water she laid in was warm. The words he used to describe her sounded accurate now…An unbroken doll…a toy trapped in a cage…She was a toy, wasn’t she? A puppet swinging on his strings. He was so confident, it was like he knew she’d give in.Running her hand down her face, she sighed, raising up out of the bath. The human girl was at her side immediately, wrapping the white towel around her. “I hope the bath was to your liking, shall I dry you and help you dress?”Marlie glared at her. “I can do it myself.”“As you wish…let me get your clothes while you dry yourself.”She walked to the far corner of the bathroom, picking up neatly folded clothes and walking back to Marlie with a gentle look on her face. “Here you go…”Marlie dropped the towel as she took the clothes from he
Zhander dug his hand from his pocket as he reached for the knob situated on the door to his room. For some reason, he was afraid to enter…Perhaps because he knew what awaited him behind these very walls; nothing but painful words and a gaze that staked his heart continuously. Marlie seemed angrier than usual today, he could see the murderous glint in her eyes, the resent as she hammered the stupid knife forward. She wanted him dead, but then again, why wouldn’t she?His fingers hesitated around the golden knob, the pain in his heart making it harder for him to open the door. What would she say to him this time? How would she look at him?Or worse, what if she cried again?Zhander staggered backwards until his back was against the walls opposite to the door. He had purposely stayed out until the day turned into night, trying to get rid of this same fear, but all the confidence he had built was now drifting away like waves created by the strong winds of his determination, but destroy